Submitted by P.:
During the summer of 2006, I signed up for a popular internet dating site. Like most people my age (36 at the time), I was working and taking care of kids. I didn't have much spare time, so I figured that this was a good way to meet people.
I met Peter on the site. He seemed nice, said that he was 46, had a good career, and was pretty conversational. He lived over an hour away from me, but when he asked me out to dinner, I agreed.
He picked me up near the main entrance to my housing development (I didn't want him to know exactly where I lived just yet). When he arrived, it was clear that he was at least 15 years older than he said, and his online picture was obviously from many years earlier. He was also wearing a leather jacket that I'm sure he saved from 1970.
Having hired a babysitter, I wanted to at least go out and have a nice conversation, so we went to a Japanese restaurant, which was about a ten-minute drive. Once there and seated, I realized exactly how shallow this man was.
He kept telling me how much money he had, how large his house in upstate New York was (after all, his neighbor was none other than Hillary Clinton!), how much money he spent on his boat, etc. etc. etc. It was really quite boring and insulting.
After another one of his "I was talking to Hillary the other day and she's really a nice person," comments, I asked him what he thought of her policies. I explained that I thought that she did a disservice to many women that were being emotionally abused by staying with Bill Clinton after his multiple affairs.
His response? "Oh, I don't get involved in politics. I haven't voted in 20 years." Great. Just a shallow, apathetic man.
He barely asked me anything about myself by the time that dinner ended. We got back into his car and I gave him directions to my development.
Instead, he pulled around to the back of the restaurant, took off his seat belt, and was all over me before I even knew what was happening.
I explained to him that I wasn't interested and that I just wanted to go home. He laughed and tried again. I more forcefully explained to him that I wasn't interested and pushed him off of me.
That only seemed to turn him on even more, so I reached for the door handle and tried to open the door. It was locked (automatic locks), so I told him that if he didn't take his hands off of me, then I would scream bloody murder. He finally understood, pulled away and drove me back to my development's entrance.
While I was walking home, he called me. I thought that he might have been lost, so I answered the phone. No, he wasn't lost. He told me how disappointed he was in me because he wanted something for driving all that way and I could have at least given him a blow job.
I said, "So meeting me and spending time getting to know me wasn't enough for you?"
He arrogantly said, "I wanted more." I wished him luck and hung up on him.
Needless to say, I don't date people I've met through the Internet any longer.
Submitted by P.: